Foolish Mr Trent

Foolish Mr Trent
Hillary's POV

Travis' father kept on struggling with me. I screamed. “Get out of my house!”
I wanted to start crying already. How?! Just how did he find out about my whereabouts? He forced himself in and it pained me. I couldn't outsmart his strength. He laughed evilly. 

“Now, what part of leave my son do you not understand?”

Hot tears gathered in my eyes waiting to fall. “What are you doing here?” Travis would be here any moment. Imagine he sees me with his father. What would he assume? No, I don't want to be involved in any mess like this. 

“Get out before I call the police.” I threatened, weakly. 

He laughed, mocking me, but, then, in a serious tone. “ You do not want that, trust me.” He stepped closer and I breathed heavily taking steps backwards. I aimed for the door to run out but his hand and fingernail clawed fiercely into my arm and skin. I yelped as he forcefully seized me back inside the room, I hit my body hard and he jammed the door, enabling it to be locked. 

“You….” I couldn't pick myself from the floor. “You're nothing but an animal.” I said without fear and he leaned into my face. 

“I'm just doing what a good Dad would do.”.

“This is wrong!” I yelled. “Barging into my house and hurting me all of a sudden, what did I do to you to deserve all this? I'm tired.” I continued to sob..

“Oh, you're tired? If you really are, you'll run away. Far away from Travis, do you get me?” He grabbed a handful of my middle hair and pulled it, yanking it. I screamed in pain , trying to reach my hands out to push him away but he kicked me to the floor and my scalp was burning. I was crying bitterly and he enjoyed it. 

“This place smells great, are you having a feast? Oh I love feast.” He navigated to the kitchen and I stood up to grab a weapon to fight. But then, I was fast to grab my other phone.

“Oh, you even baked a cake for him ? How disgusting!”
He came out from the kitchen and I lurched at him with the frame on my hand but he dodged and hit me hard with the frame instead. I felt helpless. But I still wanted to fight. I pounced on him trying to bring him down to the floor when my phone rang. 
He pushed me roughly on the floor. 

“That must be your boyfriend calling… “ he smirked and picked my phone, staring in disgust. 

“Why are you doing this?” I sniffed.

“How many times do I have to repeat myself to you, unless you're dumb.”

“Please leave already. Just go.” I begged. I'm no longer safe anymore. He was in control now. 

“I'll leave but I came here for two things. One, to warn you to leave New York, Infact, leave America. Just go somewhere else. Two, I didn't know I would be here for it until I saw your…..” he trails his fingers into my cleavages and I give him a deafening slap..

“You bastard!” I crawled from the floor and caught my breath. “Don't you dare. Don't you dare.” I warned. 

He drops his hands from feeling the hot slap on his cheek and gives me a killer look. 

“I'm going to pick this call right now and you'll tell Travis to go back home if he's coming already.”

“How did you know that?” I was shocked. This devil is full of wonders. 

He walked towards me and punched me hard on my face. The pain slapped and I was weak as fuck. 

“Do you want me to do this?” He crossed his legs over my body and held both my hands, pinned me to the floor and I still struggled to push him away. 

“You're a rapist. An evil fool. Travis doesn't deserve you. Even your wife doesn't!” I spat and he stopped, taken aback by my last word. 

“I should teach you a lesson.” He grabbed my boob through my lingerie, squeezing. I slapped him hard on his ears and he got off, grunting in pain. 

“I will tell Travis about this.” I said with boldness. 

“Don't. I'll turn the story all around and tell him you're secretly sleeping with me. The reason you left his mansion was because you wanted space to cheat freely with your boyfriend's father. The reason you quit your job was because you also want to spend time with me.”

“What are you talking about? Travis would never believe you!” My tears flowed freely. 

“I have a camera with me. I would edit the video to make it seem like you were enjoying this.” He laughs maniacally and I nod my head in sadness. I didn't know what to do anymore. This is a big mess. Terrible one. 

My phone was still ringing and I got up from the floor, my breasts were out, that's when I realized my lingerie was torn. 

“Travis is going to be here any moment. Please leave.” I begged. “I don't want anyone trouble.” 

“You're the cause of this.” He drops my phone. “ I gave you two days to make a decision but you didn't…you're delaying.”

He gives me a hard stare before opening the door. “Imagine me as a spirit now. I'll come whenever I want to, as long as you're still here. I would have ripped that sexy clothes off of you and feed myself but too bad, Travis is coming. Take care and bye.” 

He slammed the door. 

I threw my head back to the wall in shock. It was all sudden, it was aggressive and bad. My own boyfriend's Dad wanting to rape me. I brushed my hands into my hair, still affected by the stupid and disgusting things he just did here. 
The more I cleaned my tears, the more they dropped. With the continuous ringing of my phone, I stood, shaking and answered the call.

“I've been knocking for some minutes and you're not showing up?” 

I couldn't even hear any sound because I was too busy crying and hating myself for not fighting very well the way I wanted to.

“I'm…coming.”

I opened the door and Travis smiled.